SERAVEL ROVODIA, the son of the tyrant Fire Potentate, is a model citizen of all sorts. Obedient, punctual, and most of all, silent. When his friend and long-time confidante gets arrested for alleged sacrilege against the administration, Seravel sta...
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2407 Xavem 31, Daleth
Sera sat at his desk, rolling his wrist as he rested his hand from writing all afternoon. To his left sat the open box of nalda with the hidden compartment inside. The key to it hung around his neck, fashioned as a strange necklace. Only he and Darmer could open the compartment. The maid bringing the compartment in and out of the Palace didn't know what she was transporting and Sera was determined to keep it that way. The less people dragged into this, the better.
The last five days were nothing but a barrage of attacks towards the Potentate's office. Sera had to see how far the government would go to keep the "peace" it so proudly upheld. So far, he had revealed the Advisers' hidden transactions and how they fill their pockets with the versal meant for the territory. The news that came back to him was that Adviser Khirun had thrown a massive tantrum about how the prints were just rumors.
He had to play it safe, though. His information was coming from the inventories and he shouldn't reveal things that didn't have any trail besides the records. That way, the Potentate wouldn't think the accusations were coming from inside the Palace, itself. Sera had them think they're standing against a crafty investigator instead of the next Potentate in line.
After Sera was locked up last week, he figured upping his game was due. He didn't have the time to sit around and wait for the Potentate to root him and his friends out. If there was a perfect time to show his hand, it would be now.
Darmer's letter to Sera, one that arrived with the nalda box this morning, detailed everything that's happening in the city, mostly in Calca. The presence of armed soldiers patrolling the roads have doubled since the start of the month and might have tripled since the Ember Chronicles started.
The protests Sera and Blazes have been stirring subtly in their entries was always a hotspot for armed struggle and violence. Darmer mentioned several protesters being injured on site. Some had escaped to the nearby houses, others to the trading city in Gligan, but the next day or some weeks after, the soldiers would always trace them out and arrest them.
So, Sera spent his while in house arrest keeping up his barrage, pushing and pushing until something snapped. He needed to get the Potentate so riled up he's determined to tear down Lanbridhr just to find the Inferno and his henchmen. Lastly, Sera needed his father to be desperate enough to get his attention. It wasn't enough to stoke the fire. Sera actually had to let it burn everything the Palace stood for to the ground.
Gaimouth, for the first time in centuries and since Lanbridhr became an autonomous state, was nearing full capacity. According to the chatter with the maids and other workers in the Palace, the Potentate had once exclaimed in a rather iconic fashion, "Load up the prison cells. I want everyone who will defy me in there!"
Of course, Sera had used that very line in his article. The response the next day was amazing. It was exactly what he dreamed about the night before. Soon, the hunt for the Inferno and the place where the prints were coming from started. Sera had warned the people that the Ember Chronicles might be found out soon and, surprisingly, there were bouts of protests popping up in the city—ones Sera had never incited.
